A list of things that should be said    now weighs a forest on your tongue    and all your virtues safely kept    in vaseline have slipped bygone.      Put it on the vast choir sings   let the Broncos run wild again   wipe it off that purgatory grin    because it's all too convincing.      Show me that it's easy    say that you are in need of me    don't talk of the costs    with a mouthful of wasps    time is up so let them all fly    up in the sky.      Yes, I was taught among your kind    by drilling tunnels towards the core    in through the multi detailed mind    where rich and simple is at war.      Put it on the choir sings   let the Broncos run wild again    wipe it off that diabolic grin    'cause it's so contrived    and it frightens me.      Show me that you're easy    say that you believe in me    don't act out your frost    with a mouthful of wasps    time is up so them all fly    up in the sky.      Behind those weary eyes    some broken story hides    I need to know    and you have to show    before it strikes its roots and strangles everything.